Me. The Writer. Yeah, that one, really.

About me, where I am now

I was born in Woodstock (no, not that one) in 1960, which means I'm getting to the age where I'm tempted to add a few years so that people say "My God, she looks good!"

I'm currently living with my oldest son up in Ontario on a road so obscure that most of the village doesn't even realize it's there, i.e. 'way out there' or 'hell and gone' or 'in back of beyond' even though I'm only a few klicks from the middle of town. Very private. The house is on a drumlin on the edge of a big hay field so I tell people I bought sky and have been treated to quite a few Cecil B. DeMille sunsets. It's also a hundred year old log cabin with an air-tight wood-burning stove and high speed internet access, so it suits me.

With my son and I there are three large goofy dogs who look way more threatening than they are, four Siamese cats and a tank full of fish.

I have a labyrinth on my front lawn, and am planning to put the old copper bathtub with an ever-running showerhead as a fountain out on the hill, perhaps with the old pink bidet set up nearby.

My hair is usually gray or some shade of dark blue or purple, since I started going gray in my twenties so it's kind of up to me. My eyes are brown and if I ever get into the sun my skin turns the colour of a beer bottle (no, not the green ones). My eye doctor tells me I shouldn't do karate any longer but I may go back on the floor as long as I don't do anything too jarring.

If I'm really lucky I'll have the front porch screened in against the blackflies and get a chunk of land dug out and leveled so the above ground pool doesn't look like it's above ground.

The house is open in the summer to show my artwork (I may include some on the site but I'm not sure yet).

I need to hang-glide more. Lots more. I intend to learn how to ride a motorcycle this year and hope to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro someday, before you can write the Slush of Kilimanjaro!